Warcawk

1 God, my eyes were wide…an open casket smile
You were never liked at all, and I’m fucking glad you’re gone
You would rip off, a pervert jackoff, big talk-no show
Broken back bone

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You never looked better, dead and gone
I never felt better, you’re dead and gone and…
I wish I would have done, what nature finished first
I’d done it with my hand, then left and shot myself

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You never looked better, dead and gone
I never felt better, you’re dead and gone and no more bother
I never lose sleep, I don’t regret a thing
Believe me when I say, I’m fucking glad it’s over

The praising of a higher hate
Don’t doubt a fucking word

The darkest month, the darkest month is here
When you can’t move so freely
Chill out, detox, rehab, clean out

I can’t watch, I can’t bear it
I just want to hang myself
Chill out, detox, rehab, clean out

I committed a felony, I never had much trouble before
First time offender

But I got put through the ringer
And my bank account shrunk a lot
They set an example, however
There’s not a chance, no way through me

You’ve never forgiven, exploited in dirt, it bothers you, it tortures you
One more plight, left in life, shoot me dead, in the head
Catch me if you can…

Never touch me, never come near me
You’re a punk, a bunch of words, not one percent
You’re found out…if you were me, you’d be in luck
But you’re not, so you suck

Show me a dollar, I’ll show you no heart
Show me a heart, and I’ll show you my eyes

Wrong inside

Given the inch, crippled a mile, the pull of the dragon, the pull of the drug
I can’t see what the big fucking deal is?!
No repentance, no respect, blown up eyes, blown up skies!
I can’t see what the big fucking deal is?!
And I cannot wait till the love is a fuck…

Back to the world, the tourniquet knot is slipping apart
Bones left to pick, they radiate and splinter away

2 The bastards in the yard, they circle the house and car
They’ll make a check today, yet spend it on themselves
A hostage of cocaine, bump off buck knives
With skinny and rancid whores, or a child at the porn store
It’s coming…wait for them to kill the innocent man
The kid next door, it’s the finalization, we’re the battered herd
It’s coming…wait for them to kill the most in us

The riveting shock, for half a block
My synapsis is full of years and years and years and years

A hermaphrodite hanging in the window of cause
A borrowed theme song, a twisted tide

Throw me to the dogs today
I could care less now

3 Through the beyond, the brain that creeps compulsion
Unrash decision, a battle pitched with lyric
Bastard world is swallowing and harvesting
A dense generation that’s doomed to repeat over and over

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Dischord, fear, psychosis, then the grave

Antifaith, a legion in the cerebellum
Kill the senses, dream of guilt, a blatant fraud
Abominations will maximize both death and danger

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Dischord, fear, psychosis, then genocide

At one time, try it again and again
A grizzled down execution, your flesh at one with the dirt
No death king, no veil of martyrs, just red, raw, and gone

4 Call to the Darkness, the Wrath of the desert, skulls piled in
A row, why didn’t you see? Carry me back, drag me by foot
Saving my life, slitting her throat, salting her wounds, never to
Sit or stand again, one time
One more mouthful fills it up, like a pig you’re scared to swallow
INSIDE, CULTURE, (IS) SLIDING
The torture is endless,
its mental as well as physical designed to last a lifetime,
within tarot cards that you’ve been delt.
The wisdom of the usurpers, multiple stab wounds.
Crawling out from underground
Falling out, falling down, dimming lights, hollowed out bloodless
Mannequin reveals the truth,
even though plastic all emotion is shown.
Drive out, the demons of endless time, the ends of time
Never to sit or stand again.
Calling to something of ever unending, darker than infernal pitch,
holding us down with rusted cruel nails,
a nail though my cock holds me.
Hanging. Never yielding to the pressure forever submitted to the womb.
Kicking and fighting, forever to the last, mastered by occult.
From the past, die for me every second counts, die for me and learn
To live with out, die for me buried where you stand.
Die for me
The ritual of the damned, kill yourself.
The ultimate wave of battle, lay under the ground, attack from below.
Killing with eyes wide, yesterday was the day.
Brutality marks the end of simple times,
the American smoke screen.
The simplest task forgotten
There’s no way to fight when there’s nothing to fight for.
Bask in your life today, for tomorrow is the madman’s turn, predictions
Will soon begin to unravel quite quickly
Never to sit or stand again.

4 is by far my favorite that ive wrote